Faith

What are we bound for? What's the yield
Of all this energy and waste?
Why do we spend ourselves and build
With such an empty haste?

Wherefore the bravery we boast?
How can we spend one laughing breath
When at the end all things are lost
In ignorance and death? . . .

The stars have found a blazing course
In a vast curve that cuts through space;
Enough for us to feel that force
Swinging us through the days.

Enough that we have strength to sing
And fight and somehow scorn the grave;
That Life's too bold and bright a thing
To question or to save.

FRIENDS ARE GOOD, FRIENDS ARE KIND, NOT AT ALL IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND, SOME FRIENDS HELP EXPLORE YOUR MIND, WHILE OTHERS ARE GOOD FOR THE LAUGH OF THE CENTURY. JUST KNOWING THAT YOU HAVE THEM IS SO COMFORTING AND GIVES YOU A FEELING OF IMPORTANCE AND JUST KNOWING THAT THEY CONSIDER YOU AS FRIEND, WOW WHAT A MARVALOUS TITLE !